KrispyLife Kidd, Icewear Vezzo - Joe Biden lyrics

[KrispyLife Kidd, Icewear Vezzo - Joe Biden lyrics]

What up, Vezz? What? Okay, yeah
KrispyLife (Damn, Paul, you killed this one)
(It's with a K, dumbass, Iced Up Records)

I know Don sick, I sold him ibuprofens
You can't buy food in my
Hood without me knowin'
Two Percs, two lines
This shit got me rollin'
If I drop an eight in this pop
That's a tribute to Kobe beat down
That's how you know I'm the man in this bitch
You know who killed your mans
So why you playin' in this bitch?
Soon as dog on side us
Like we dropped a fan in his whip
I'm tellin' my nigga shoot like
It's all in the wrist

I got a hundred on me
But it's all in the clip
I give a nigga leg shots
He gotta crawl in his whip
Just fucked a nigga ho
I had a ball with his bitch
I shoot a chop and reload
Look like I'm chargin' a stick
(Iced Up Records)
Yeah, let that bitch breathe drakey on me
You can't tell 'cause I got big jeans
Crip nigga, park the Bentley, hop out big B's
Pussy nigga got another coach
That mean he switched teams

Dog tried to run off, pow
Pow and the punk fell
Tried to sneak up in a trench
Coat and my pump fell
Hate police so much growin' up
I skipped twelve
Dog paid me twenty-three hundred
For one twelve

Swear these pussy niggas sweeter than 112
Got no control
I'll shoot this bitch 'til the gun jam
Like how this nigga think he
Chapo off one sale?
Was in the hole, I was by myself
Ain't have one cell

I was gettin' money when Vezz had the braids
Pull up to the light and do
A nigga like Cousin Caine
I shitted on myself
Seen the vans for the raid
I ain't doin' no post moves
But hit your mans with a fade

All them niggas still ain't eatin', bitch
I'm too full
I fuck around and shoot him in his mouth
He need his tooth pulled
He talkin' 'bout his homie died
But I'm like who knew?
And them niggas hoes, claimin'
That they demons, got a crew full
Bitch, I'm a mastermind
I take the red, blend it with the punch
Now it's camouflage

Shootin' Newport, all hundreds, bitch
These the cancer size
Gun up big as fuck that I'm shootin'
This ain't standard size
Seen the day dog died and then
I shot up the candlelight
Dog tried to up on me and shot himself
His pants too tight
Man, what the fuck? This ain't enough beat
Vezz
I gotta, I gotta bring this bitch back in
Go 'head

Yeah, I know science now
This Glock 40, when I shoot
It's loud like a siren sound
I put the Hellcat on the lodge
Got a lion growl
Been burnin' rubber when I hit the block
I need tires now

Used to do bullshit, but I'm wiser now
Pour a 40 on him in the club
He put his Budweiser down
I lit that fool up, he a lighter now
My nigga out of town swipin'
He own a Meijers now

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